I know. [He said, ruing his truth. His shoulders tensed under her agile fingers, his head angling away from her lips with their soft precision. He was pinned beneath a magnifying glass, with every twitch and fiddle visible; she would miss nothing.]

I know what you are, what you are not. And, I think, what you humor becoming. [Any other circumstance, and he wouldn't mediate such a bold statement with "I think".]

It isn't that I don't feel unease. Threatened. [A shiver down his spine, though one related more to stimulation rather than abject fear.] It's that I am invigorated by it.

[He turned his head the other way now, so that his cheek nearly made contact with Danger's lips.]